But folks, the sounds he makes strike a chord of ... something tainted.
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To imagine your own reactions in place of someone else's ... 'tis folly, I'm sure. But, how can I not resist the urge? If I had been accused of doping?
from the highest rafters would i stand and shout ~
i would scream, shake earth, quake with such an insult, so dishonored, that my rage would hold no bounds and would lash and thrash and seek out every measure of proof to squash unmercifully every iota of doubt.
i would be in blood lust.
and yet, that is just me.
But when i hear Landis speak, and i examine his word choice, his inflection, his reflections upon it all ... i cannot help but feel ... the taint.
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What does it matter? and who am i to judge?